Personal Narrative: Huckus

I’ve come to the conclusion that my decisions affect the road I continue to go down, I realize that it’s not about me being above drinking because they have an age limit for a reason. This lesson has truly taken a toll on how I will reason with myself and friends when about to make a bad decision.

“Thank you!” I started to cry. “Please, be careful!” I cried into my dad’s shoulder.

An average of 88,000 people die from alcohol related deaths each year and nearly 5,000 of those deaths and 189,000 emergency room visits are due to underage drinkers (“National Institute on Alcohol Abuse and Alcoholism”). In 1984, when The National Minimum Drinking Act was passed, the drinking age was raised from age 18 to age 21. Even though the drinking age had only been raised a total of three years, it brought room for mental growth in the people that would then have to wait to be able to legally drink. Because of The National Minimum Drinking Act, fatalities and injuries lowered substantially in the following years creating a safer environment for everyone, especially those under the influence of alcohol. Even though alcohol is advertised to young, underage adults as a way to have fun, make friends or even relieve emotional pain, it is a killer and a serious threat to those that are not mentally ready to handle the effects it can have on the human brain. Allowing the drinking age

I was on phone with my dad, he was drunk and made promises I knew he would never uphold. Beep, beep, beep, the phone call ended. Tears rolled down my face, my breathing became shallow, it grew harder to fill my lungs. I was having an anxiety attack. “What’s going on?” Stewart asked, leaning toward me. I shook my head, avoiding the topic. “David,” my mom responded simply. Stewart’s typically stern persona softened immediately. He sighed, clasping his hands together, all his body weight shifted onto his elbows that were placed on his

Everyday there is an alcohol related incident in the world. The poor decision making by young adults cost people’s lives everyday. The original drinking age was 18 years old, it was changed because scientists discovered the brain doesn 't fully develop until the age of 21. But what people don’t know is that the brain fully matures at the age of 25 years old. Car rental places have the age at 25 to be able to rent a car because of young people decision making on drinking and driving. For students in college alcohol can ruin not only their future of becoming something but it can ruin their life by doing stupid things. Most college kids who stay out and party in college fail or flunk out. The dangers of drinking young can lead to many things,

Huckleberry Finn’s crisis of conscience on the raft is a major turning point for Hucks personal journey in the story. The crisis scene and the Phelps farm reinforces the meaning of his journey by adding a conclusion to it. While a reason for Huck and Jim's journey was to get to freedom, Hucks personal journey was to find a home. Yet every time it seems that Huck has found a home, society’s ridiculous flaws keep him from staying too long. For instance at the Grangerfords home, Huck was happy there but he had to leave because there was a shootout. Hucks exposure to the flaws leads him to believe that not everything about society is right. The build up of these flaws lead us to the crisis of conscience moment where he has to choose between saving Jim and condemning his eternal soul to hell or writing a letter to Mrs. Watson explaining what happened. Although the crisis scene outcome was greatly influenced by Hucks love of Jim, this scene is important because it gives him the

“It is going to be okay, we will get through this as a family.” Mom said, softly.

“Hey, it’s my pleasure. Now we are tied one and one.” He smiled as he said it, thinking about his nephew. “You know Jase was right, I could’ve got there sooner. Had I known you had problems

Johnny took his focus of his cigarette and stared his son in his eyes. “Make this easier on yourself, Sam.”

“Then came the night that my dad called me downstairs...said my mom and him wanted to talk with me about something.”

“Sorry, I can’t leave my brother home alone. My dad is gonna be working late tonight. Maybe another time.”

I always thought that I am destined for greatness. Since grade school, I made it certain that I will be the cream of the cream, to be listed among the top students in our class. Just as what typical honor students do, after class, I would diligently work on my assignments – ensuring it to be always marked with excellence – and review the day’s lessons to refresh my mind. In my leisure, I will either do art, or read books which catches my interest (the first novel I have ever read was “The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn” by Mark Twain). I am not only focused on academics but also, I take time to practice volleyball outside our house and perspire myself until I develop proper skills. This has been my routine until I graduated high school having

This novel is extremely popular with readers and it is clear why. Mark Twain explains to readers at the beginning of the novel to not analyze the novel and narrative as a moral, motive, and plot or punishment will follow. This is interesting because a book so old was clearly ahead of its time when he stated that. Huck Finn is the narrative and to understand the novel I strongly believe you have to apply every situation as you are Huck and how you would handle everything. I enjoyed this aspect of the book because it allowed me to make whatever I wanted about the story. The only downside to this would be the confusion of what exactly is occurring. As the novel moves on, you realize the importance of how Mark Twain wanted the readers to understand

At first, I lay snug under my soft silky sheets in my bed. London, my seven year old cousin, called to me from the other room. “Peyton, can you please come read me a story before I have to go to bed?” she said. I walked to her room and told her, “I’m sorry I can’t, it is already past your best time and I don’t want your mommy mad at me.” London looked me straight in the eye, her lip puckering, eyes welling, she began to cry and scream and begged of me to read her just one chapter of a book. I felt awful because of what I had caused, and therefore, I agreed to read to her.

He's my huckleberry Finn was a head turner. Not just for the looks but for the performance. This horse was a special one, one that had so much of my hope in. Finn was a difficult ride, and not always cooperative. Always wanting his way and would always work him self up over nothing.